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​​​​Touch of Wymsy​

​“The King must hear about this,” thought Meen excitedly. “If Atian didn’t have the best jumping mushrooms around his cottage to jump over, I would have never heard him and Granny.”

As Meen rushed back to the Shadow Realm, jumping over mushrooms, logs, and frogs in her hurry to report to the King, she could still hear Granny telling Atian not to yell at her. “Of course Dragons could talk – doesn’t everything talk?” Meen asked herself. “If frogs and fish can talk, why not a Dragon?”

​Shortly Meen was through the edges of the forest and starting into the deeper, darker, parts of the woods. This is where the sun could only come through the tree tops as small beams of light and wisps. The Shadows lived here and the bright strain of sunlight was never very strong. “Ah, home!” smiled Meen. It was nice to play tag with the sun beams as they poked out, but she preferred to stay hidden in the shadows.

​“Okay, slow down, catch your breath… breathe…” she told herself before entering the Shadow King's Receiving Hall. “Oh how I can't wait to tell him everything,” she mumbled to herself.

“Tell me what Meen?” asked Hunter, the Shadow King of the Shadow Realm. Startled, Meen prostrated herself before her liege. “Arise Meen. You know I do not like that! Get up!”

​“My Liege, I have wondrous news. Granny Flare and Atian have a baby!”

Hunter looked at Meen, raised one eyebrow and tipped his head down to look at her, and waited for Meen to say more. When Meen just stood there smiling, Hunter asked again “Let me get this right, you are telling me that Atian and Granny Flare have a baby?”

​Meen jumped up and down, clapping her hands together and smiling while nodding her head in the affirmative. “They were talking really loud about it to each other outside of his cottage. I was hopping mushrooms when I came up on Snoop who was there listening too. They were yelling about the baby and who on the council would they tell first.”

​“I will have to see this! They must be very excited. Thank you Meen. As he turns to leave he thinks to himself..." I did not even know they were seeing each other, or is the correct term dating each other, let alone now having a baby!"

​“Atian, it just isn't so!" said Granny Flare. "Just because you figured out the Baroness' secret that I have been trying to keep, doesn't make you the expert! Yes, a baby Dragon is a challenge, but I am sure we can come up with a solution to keep him undiscovered until we are ready to let the Village know.”

"You are right about not letting the Village know, Granny, but you should have told the Council," Atian replies with a small shake of his head. "The Council should be a part of this process of helping the baby Dragon."

"You are right. The Council needs to talk to the Dragon," conceded Granny.

"Do you mean he can talk too? Baby Dragons talk?" hollered Atian.

"Don't yell at me Atian. You wanted to know all about him. What are we going to do?"

"What 'we' are going to do , Granny, is tell the Council now. But how and who should be first to know... I don't know?"

Off in the bushes, trying not to be seen, Snoop was doing what he is best known for - Snooping. "I wish I could get closer to hear more of what they are saying," he thought. He could only hear parts of their conversation, but enough to know they were talking about Dragons.

"That's it! Granny has a baby Dragon! No wonder Atian looks worried. That also explains the strange way the Baroness had been acting. This has got to go to the presses for today's edition of the newspaper... wait, who is that coming? It looks like Hunter. The King of Shadows hardly ever leaves his realm..." smiled Snoop. "I might as well get comfortable and wait to see why he is here."

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